Verse 1 (B-Real):
Let me introduce my self,
I'm the one who rules the set,
So don't you forget,
Bad for ya health but ya still be tryin' ta push buttons,
But you ain't nothin', no frontin',
I bring the level up a little louder,
In the clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours,
Fools on the street wanna feel the funk,
Lookin for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want,
Ya betta, sit back and let the track flow,
Like smoke in ya lungs from puffin' on the indo,
Rythems upside'cha brain,can ya hang, can maintain,
Can ya feel the funk flowin' in ya veins,
Get'cha fix and ya bag of tricks,
In tha mix I got the stix and stones a few bricks,
I'm gonna hit 'em high,
He's gonna hit 'em low,
Open up ya mind so that'chu can feel the flow,
On, an' on till there all gone,
Fools be runnin' but they won't last long,
Chorus: I'm the freaka (8 x)
Verse 2 (B-Real):
People always wanna get what you got, no matta what,
Can't take care of themselves in the big hunt,
In the quest for the crown,
An' the jewels, and the cheese,
Mutha fucka please,
Enimies wanna plot against me with envy in they hearts,
But, I rip their sorry ass apart,
In a minute, I can take ya to the limit,
Temprature risen, nasal highzen,
Verse 3 (Sen Dog):
Comin' back in with the lows, for the fows,
Fuckin' up egos, an' anybody, oppose,
The numba one skunk freaka, the Cypress Hill bleaka(?),
Blowin' a hole in tha speaker,
You don't wanna dis the Perro, the Real One, or the Werro,
Slangin' rythms through the ghetto,
Ya best keep ya ass in cheak,
Come on little mutha fuckas betta show respect,
An whats next, the big brown takin' ya down,
How ya feel(how ya feel punk),
when your sorry ass can't hang with the hill,
Chorus (4x)
Verse 4 (B-Real),
Can ya feel the effects of the chocolate tide,
Nobody even knows how I kick the flow,
Slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast,
Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class,
[Fades out]
